Leaning against the shadow
of self, starting the...
I take me,
in the whirlpool of bridges...
A diminutive moon
will ask about the infinity...
Autumn was round
the corner. I was preparing...
You come to me like
a fall...
a flower
sprouts from roots...
Blunt and bold were
the wet spots...
Wake up , suit up, get dressed go out
hop on, drive on, the fuel burns out...
a green frog
croaks to leap...
It was a damp kiss
of an image...
Was it a calculated
risk, when it was poetry...
A shut door
without a house...